The Butterfly
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ok, so this was basically a poem i wrote back in the 5th grade to express my feelings in my time of depression... even still i feel pain in me as the days drag by, but i hold n strong... i used a butterfly as a metaphor to compare my life to the beauty of the butterfly...hope you guys like it! please comment on what you think! :D
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